Poetry on God's Creation "And creation's wonders are but the outer fringe of God's works; how faint the whisper we hear of him!"---Job 26: 14

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Old World River: Before the Cities

My heart was in the budding of the blossom on the lea,
It held me like the winds could hold their triumph of the sea.
The petals that fell through the air were scented with the spring;
I wrapped the vines around my hand like several emerald rings.
It was a novel of my life, a picture of my dreams
It filled me with the purpose of the sunlight's fallen beams,
It took me to a palace of the moss and climbing rose
And left me in a haven that the angels only know.
If I could be so thoughtless as I had been that day
When all the world had bent its head and turned its face away;
The solitary road I tread was easiest to find
Amongst the poppies on the cliff that overlooked the Seine.

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I am a poet who seeks to glorify God in all I do. I want to reclaim the beautiful symphony of rhyming poetry and fill you with the peace and purity of Christ's creation. If you enjoyed my blog, please leave a comment---or even better, follow me! My two blogs, www.smileymorning.blogspot.com and www.howfaintthewhisper.blogspot.com are full of my love for creation, poetry, and joy. Check them out! Smiles, August (: